Chapter 22

As the tension between Orion and the Colombos escalated, Orion’s grip on Hazel's waist tightened, his fingers digging into her dress. "Let's get out of here," he said, his voice low and husky, his eyes scanning the crowd with a mixture of caution and determination. Hazel's eyes widened in panic as she realized that the party won’t end with just drinks and snaks, surrounded by ruthless men with guns and agendas. She tried to pull away, but Orion’s grip was firm, his arm wrapping around her waist like a vice. "Don't worry, I've got you," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.